Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
She climbed up my body and pulled the blankets down past my hips with a sultry look on her face and then took my cock in her hand and made sure it was good and awake, before she guided me inside herself. She undid her robe and threw it back. She was still wearing my shirt from last night and only the bottom button was done up. I groaned and undid it and then pushed it off her shoulders.
She closed her eyes and her lips parted as she took me deeper and then when she got me in balls deep, she clasped my wrists, pinning them above my head while rotating her hips with me inside of her. I let out a little chuckle and she tightened her grip on my wrists and gave me this little warning look but then wrinkled her nose at me before she continued with eyes closed. I watched as she got lost in sensation. Her gorgeous tits were over my face, so I tongued a nipple. Seeing her like this was a beautiful thing to watch. A few moments later her breathing got shallow as I’d gotten an arm free and was toying with her clit while she continued to take my cock.
She tightened around me and began to tremble. She shuddered through her climax until she collapsed onto me, her mouth against my earlobe, her warm minty mingled with fresh coffee breath warming my face. I turned over, putting her onto her back and took myself home with slow and deep movements, letting the inside of her stroke me until I fell apart.
Right as I was groaning out an, “Oh, baby” my phone started to ring. I finished and then I flopped onto my back beside her, ignoring it, catching my breath.
Fuck, that had been beautiful.
She curled into me and put her hand and cheek on my chest. I got lost in thought for a bit, about last night, the best sex I’d had in my life, about the last few days, and about this morning, her being so bold and taking what she wanted from me like this. It was fucking sexy that she’d climb onto me and fuck me. I loved it.
I didn’t know whether she was being a chameleon and just trying to blend into her reality or if she’d started out playacting but was now morphing into who she needed to be for me. Whatever it was, it felt real. Her words last night undid me. She kept undoing me. I didn’t know if we were both just evolving into who we wanted to be for one another. Maybe that was the closest way to describe it. Both of us struggling through this, waiting to see where our emotions would take us, trying to figure out how to be who we were and what the other needed at the same time.
It wasn’t like me to be all fucking philosophical, I just knew I loved her, I wanted her, and that when she said she loved me after everything she’d been through because of me, it was like those three words ripped a layer of darkness that’d been around my heart and soul off like a Band-Aid. How many layers were left was something that, I supposed, remained to be seen.
Another ding of the phone made me realize I had to get out of bed and get on with the reason I was here. We were heading back home this afternoon. I needed to talk to Pop and then go see Goldberg and see what his decision was.
I didn’t know how he’d take the news that the Ferranos as well as John Lewis, would not get involved in his project if Leo Denarda was even remotely a part of it.
We’d talked just briefly before I got in the cab last night and the three of us were meeting for lunch at John’s hotel. If Goldberg opted to work with just us and turfed Denarda out, I had a pretty good idea how Denarda would take it and it’d probably mean another step-up in security.
The smarmy goof had been leering at Tia last night instead of his skanky date and we’d already had a showdown of sorts where he puffed up his chest when I’d given him a look. If it weren’t for the fact that his sick uncle is an important man down here, he’d not even be at these meetings. Goldberg fucked up by even involving that crew. The guy would’ve been smarter just coming to us. But it was a timing issue, too. When the uncle croaked, there’d be a power play in Vegas and it wouldn’t take long for Denarda to be out. Problem was that the uncle had been on his death bed for almost a year, not getting better but not kicking the bucket, either.